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He arrived at the Burrow in a flying car.

It's early in the morning, and it's time for breakfast.

But Mrs. Weasley apparently disagreed, even though she was frying poached eggs.

Only he and Percy sat at the dinner table.

The rest of the Weasley family—Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley—five red-haired men, from tall to short, stood side by side in front of a kitchen wall, staring at the two eating.

Harry felt a lot of pressure, and he felt that it was a sin to cut his own sausages under such a gaze - even if Percy was still a laid-back appearance

Percy was clearly a little used to it.

Harry gripped his knife and fork, very conflicted. On the one hand, he was indeed starving at the Dursleys; On the other hand, if it weren't for the Weasleys, who almost fell out of the nest, he would definitely die there.

Here's how the Weasleys' rescue plan was made.

Ron found himself invited twelve times, and he was lost.

Mr. Weasley got off work today with the news that Harry had used magic in front of Muggles and had been warned.

Ginny thinks that something has happened to Harry and that he should be rescued.

Fred and George plan to take advantage of Mr. Weasley's overtime the day after tomorrow to secretly drive to pick up Harry.

Ginny thinks it should be done now.

They confessed to Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley struggled for a moment, intending to take the opportunity to try his hand at speed—his wife didn't approve of him tinkering with them.

Their rescue plan was successful.

But when they landed cautiously, they were spotted by the rooster in the Burrow.

It leaned in curiously, and screamed.

"Damn it, I knew there was a reason why mom had been reluctant to kill it."

Fred, or George's voice.

"yes, but I'm really hungry."

They deliberately kept their voices down, but deliberately let Harry hear.

Harry couldn't eat it anymore.

Harry put down his knife and fork and tried to convince Mrs. Weasley again.

"Mrs. Weasley, I think your punishment has been—"

"Oh kid, the eggs are fried."

Harry reluctantly threw apologetic glances at the five.

He felt especially sorry for Ginny. Because she had played a big part in that plan - at least Harry had suffered two days less, she was still a girl - and she cowered in the corner without saying a word.

"Who's going to save me?" Harry thought bitterly, "How can I bear to eat?" I really want to eat! ”

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry stood up a little tremblingly, "I'm sorry, I won't be able to eat if you don't let them eat." ”

When he got out of the car just now, he had already seen the Hedong lion roar of the true owner of the Weasley family.

There was the sound of cold air in the room.

Mrs. Weasley's back seemed stunned for a moment.

She slowly turned around.

.

"Hello everyone, do you have anything to eat?" A lively and immature male voice.

Harry, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley looked at the kitchen door in surprise, while the others looked surprised.

The surprise on Mrs. Weasley's face hadn't had time to fade.

The black-haired boy dragged a suitcase with a white eagle on his shoulder, nodded shyly at them, and then looked around the small kitchen with a strange expression.

Casto was a little nervous under the gaze of so many people. It's the same thing that happened to him when he introduced himself after transferring schools.

But he was immediately drawn to the strange scene in the Burrow.

"It seems like it was quite a bustle just now," Casto looked at Harry curiously, then turned his gaze back to Mrs. Weasley, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, Mrs. Weasley." Is there anything to eat? ”

"Oh, of course," Mrs. Weasley suddenly became scrambled, "there's a freshly fried egg here." ”

Casto found himself stared at with hatred.

From Ron and a pair of twins. They were pale and looked at themselves with a terrible gaze.

"I heard what you just said. What's going on? Casto asked Harry secretly.

Harry immediately said it simply.

"You have a way, right?" Harry asked eagerly.

Castor looked extremely embarrassed.

He didn't know where Harry had misunderstood. Maybe Harry thinks he's already a student of Mrs. Weasley and can point fingers at her?

You know, in front of Mrs. Weasley, he's a sometimes obedient bear kid at best.

If anyone is going to convince her....... Maybe it's just her.

Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley convinced herself.

"Well, since Harry has said so, and it just so happens that Harry and Casto are back today—" she thrust her back, still in a fierce tone, "you may have breakfast first." ”

Five people by the wall rushed to the dining table.

"Wait, Arthur, you keep standing," she grimaced, "you have to set an example for the children." ”

Mr. Weasley remained in a forward stance, frozen in place, the excitement on his face frozen.

Mrs. Weasley then commanded seven plates of poached eggs and placed them in front of everyone. Then she hummed Setina. Warbeck's song, Ding Ling continued to make breakfast.

The man at the table shook involuntarily.

Castor watched it all with some nostalgia.

"I'm finally back......." He looked at the poached eggs on the plate with a knife and fork in his hand, feeling his brain groggy, "Finally—"

He was pecked on the head by the White Eagle.

"Okay, good," Casto came to his senses and changed to a helpless tone, "right away." ”

He thinly sliced the poached egg into several portions, then inserted it with a fork and reached it to Fiona's mouth.

Fiona stood on his shoulder, narrowed her eyes and gave a look of satisfaction, and swallowed it in one gulp.

It wasn't until Fiona had eaten all three poached eggs on the plate that she rubbed Casto's head and spread her wings and flew out the window.

Casto ignored his messy hair.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but also-"

Casto found the atmosphere in the kitchen a little eerie.

"What's wrong?"

He looked curiously around the table at the strange faces.

They seemed to have finished eating, but they kept staring at themselves and feeding Fiona unhurriedly.

"Casto, where did you come from?" Harry felt he needed to ask that question more than anything else.

Harry had never seen anything like it....... Humanized animals -- this is what he feels the most.

He has a very human pet - Hedwig.

However, from the moment Fiona squeezed through the window to deliver his letter, he could clearly feel the slight difference between them.

Her expression and eyes are constantly changing; She was not affected by animal habits - she had to lie down in his bed and sleep; After she was woken up by the car, she got into the car very curiously and scurried around; As soon as she arrived at the Burrow, she flew away, and it turned out that she was going to pick up his master.......

If Hedwig was still an owl, Fiona gave him the impression that someone was hiding inside.

"In Tibet," Castor recalled, "I was training in the snowy mountains of Tibet....... Then he saved a family that was besieged by a snowman...... It seems that they have taken refuge in China from Eastern Europe...... The lady gave me little Fiona as a companion......"

"Can you defeat the snowman?" Percy couldn't suppress his doubts, "You weren't that old at the time, were you?" It's a XXX-class dangerous creature—"

"yes, I've been playing with them for a year." Casto was a little proud, but he was watched by so many people, and he couldn't help scratching his hair, "I seem to have met a ....... at that time Huh, writer?"

"No wonder, you didn't treat her as a pet." Harry sighed.

In the distance, Mr. Weasley's face was still a little strange, but he didn't say anything.

"By the way, Casto, what's wrong with your hand?" Mrs. Weasley brought in new food and suddenly noticed Castor's left hand, "You're hurt?" ”

Casto followed her gaze.

"Oh, this is a tattoo, it has something to do with alchemy, it can help me." He showed her his left hand.

It is a blue-black coat of arms. The serpent was wrapped around the cross.

"I have some plans."